Considering how close I reside to the hub of the universe, it’s pretty amazing that I live on the edge of nowhere. Ironically, I can drive to D.C. in two hours, and yet I’m a 20-minute drive from everything. By, “everything,” I mean places like a grocery store which has more than three aisles, a dine-in restaurant, or any place that sells printer ink.
Yes, I do check my list twice.
I’m lucky that I even have a DSL internet connection. Another mile or two down the road, and I’d be out of luck. Fios? Not in this lifetime.
In the course of a day, I’m far and away more likely to see deer than I am my (distant) neighbors. I can watch bald eagles from my yard. I’ve seen everything from raccoons to foxes to coyotes roaming around, including what I call a foxoyote. Not sure what that creature really was.
If I even hear a car, it means I have a visitor. And, my mailbox is 1/3 of mile from my house.
My hometown makes Mayberry look like a bustling metropolis. There isn’t even a single stoplight in all of what counts as downtown. We have a post office, a fire department, a library, a garage, a pharmacy and a general store/garage. The sidewalks are rolled up promptly at 5 pm. The town is closed on Sunday.
And, I love it.
While this might sound like a bucolic gulag to someone accustomed to having Thai food delivered, I can’t imagine living shoulder-to-shoulder in a suburban sprawl. Life in a city would be far more activity than I could stand for very long.
Sure, there are trade-offs. We don’t have any museums. But, we do have a river nearby and I love to go fishing. I also enjoy geocaching, and that’s practically everywhere.
Entertainment is what you make of it. I don’t even have cable, but then again, I don’t want it. And I sure don’t want the monthly bill, either.
But, don’t take away my internet.
After all, I’m not Amish.